The Son of Red Fang
Chapter <b>388 </b>
<b>“</b>Cole.” My voice is soft but cautions as I feel I know the answer to my next question. <b>“</b>Have you ever
been ced on a seventy–two hour hold or observation?”
He nods slowly, never looking up from the floor.
“Back home they’re worse than when I’m in the hospital injured but I need to be on one.”
“Why do you feel you need one?”
“Remember when you asked in the hospital why I felt the need to hit myself?”
He speaks slowly as if he’s testing my reaction to his honesty.
“You told me that it lessens the punishment that you receive.”
He nods again. “I have multiple reasons that I hurt myself as well as different ways of doing it.”
“Most individuals that engage in that behavior usually do. It was easy to see how at that moment
you felt deserving of punishment. My concern is what you’re feeling now to have the desire and what
behavior you’re holding back from.”
He resumes his pacing while I speak, creating several hand stims in the process.
“I want to feel. I want to bite<b>.</b>”
His voice is now monotonous as he sinks deeper into what I know is going to be a bad depressive
state for him.
“So, you’re feeling numb. I can’t imagine how it feels to be told by your own father such a hurtful,
life changing thing.”
“It was only a matter of time.” He whispers towards the floor. “I try, alpha. I try so hard to be good. I swear I’m a good wolf. I would never hurt anyone the way he describes. Please don’t hurt me alpha, I swear I’m a good wolf.”
His tears are streaming rapidly down his face as he stops in front of me. His arms held straight out in front of him as if I’m going to cuff him and lead him away to imprisonment. His body visibly shakes in fear. His eyes are closed again as I touch his hands. He holds his breath instead of yelping,
standing absolutely still despite his obvious desire to run. There’s something about his resolve to beingmitted for the next three days that worries me<b>. </b>He is beyond terrified yet he doesn’t run or fight the fact that he’s going on a psychiatric observation.
“I know you’re a good wolf Cole. We’re not going to hurt you in any way. I promise there’s nothing
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painful about the seventy–two hour observation we’re going to <b>put </b>you on
He whines sharply as 1 touch his hands.
“Rx your arms Cole. You’re making it look like you’re going to prison.”
“They restrain me before I ever get to the hospital.” He whispers as I pull him into me again.
“This is not a harsh seventy–two, Cole.” Ang finally speaks as I hold him again.
“We don’t care for the practice of tying a wolf up and just leaving them alone to deal with their issues in solitude.” Julie adds. “We know that admitting your desire to bite takes a lot of trust and we appreciate that as it will help us look for signs that you want to engage in the behavior and we <b>can </b>stop you before you do.” Julie finishes softly.
“We have all agreed upon a modified seventy–two hour psychiatric observation in order to prevent you from engaging in harmful behavior.” Ang starts exining what happens next.
“The first day is the roughest as we will be sedating you on the heavy side. You are going to sleep most of tomorrow. Tonight we need you to take one and a half milligrams of Ativan. In the morning you will take one mil, six to eight hourster will be another before one and a half that evening. We will lower the dose Sunday and again on Monday. You will be under constant supervision by someone strong enough to stop any self injurious behavior until Tuesday night. Starting tonight you will be in the medical room next to Demetri and you will move back to your own room Tuesday night. As long as we have everything under control and your desires have dissipated you will stop the sedative and go back to your normal schedule Wednesday morning. How do you feel with what I’ve described?” Ang finishes gently.
“Scared. Always scared.” He whispers his answer.
“What’s scaring you about our n?”
I pet his head trying to calm his ragged breathing.
“It doesn’t sound scary but it always ends up that way.” He whispers again.
“I promise you, as long as we don’t have to force the sedative, nothing scary is going to happen. No shots. No restraints. You’re going to hang out with me, in my office.”
“You should be enjoying your weekend with your family, not babysitting me.”
“Well Cole, you found a good weekend to fall apart because I work every other weekend.”
“And you already nned on working.” He finishes my sentence without looking up.
“I promise everything is going to be okay. Let us support you through this. You will find that even
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when <b>you </b>break down we do everything we can to pick you back up. I hug him close as i speak
<b>“</b><b>I </b>know you’re not ready but let’s head back to the med wing and get ready to sleep for the <b>night</b>.
Without any fight left in him he slowly turns and starts making his way back to the door we came through. As strong as I’m being for Cole I’m inplete shock as well. I can’t believe his <b>own </b>father has started the process ofbeling him a feral. The only positive thates from that is it gives me a timeline. I have until next March, at thetest, to get him back into my care, back in my <b>territory</b><b>. </b>I must convince Cole to run away almost as soon as he gets home.
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